If we chase our dreams long enough, they get tired of running.

Scavenger birds stealing my words.

Once again, the WIPpet birds fly down to prise some words from my novel. The rules are simple; post an excerpt from a WIP which correlates somehow to the date. You can find links to the other participants of WIPpet Wednesday here.

Today is the 10th so I owe you ten somesomthings. I could be really cruel, call ‘WIPpet math’ and give you five words based on the premise that 5 is half of ten. But that’s dodgy math to say the least. So here is ten(ish) sentences. After the whipping promised last week, Tasyn is abandoned in the desert, at the mercy of the nomadic tribes who roam the sands. Captured by a group of them, he is surprised to find himself sitting with the chief while his arrow wound (sustained the day before in an attack by the nomads on the main body of the army) is attended to.

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19 thoughts on “Scavenger birds stealing my words.”

“Enlighten me.”
I concur.
*taps foot impatiently* What’s a person need to do to get enlightened around here? Get shot with an arrow?
Oh…
Well.
Never mind. 🙂
Hee, hee. Well-done again. Really curious as to where this all leads.

I’ve gotta say Kate, it’s hard to take your demand seriously with that moustache! … love the moustache though, but if Kathi is bleeding on the floor we might need more muscle. *flexes imaginary bulging bicep*…